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O Blathering Daughters


O blathering daughters, please button your lips!
The skulls in the hallway know all of your quips.
They’ve listened in silence for some fifteen years—
Inscrutable beings without any ears!
 
They’ve heard of your skirts made of velvet and bone!
They’ve heard all your whining ’bout living alone!
You can’t smooth your wrinkles, O doddering ones,
So prowl in the pantry for cinnamon buns!
 
Enjoy your sweet repast, the crumbs on your lips,
And watch the ballooning of breasts and of hips!
The skulls in the hallway? Ignore them, my dears!
They’ll listen forever, although they’ve no ears.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Five Little Sillies


Can you be happy in your distress
Or will you just suffer and be a mess?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Bitterness! Now, there’s a thought,
Something that I think I ought
Never, ever to embrace—
Let me look into your face.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
It’s better, I think, to shift your eyes
Away from the things that spell your demise
And focus instead on the good and true.
Well, that’s what I think. Now, how about you?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Walking through the fog alone,
Gnawing on a raven’s bone
Makes me want to shout, not sing:
Wish I had the raven’s wing!
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
I’m emboldened to do deeds
That will take me far from Leeds;
Never mind my indigence,
I will make my way to France.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #171
 
More Poetry Pantry #412 at Poets United
 

Whirling with Alberto

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “The Lime Orchard Woman” by Alberto Álvaro Ríos .


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
traveling circus—
the man with the kewpie dolls
pushes pins in one
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
At the silliness
of the clown with the red ball
old men are weeping.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
as if by small bones
she could keep the scorpion
from attacking her
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the way she begins
to bite into her heartbreak
as a ripened plum
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
At the silliness
of an ear that tries to sing,
she begins to laugh.
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
She sits and watches
as the blind man stumbles home,
his white cane broken.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
People look at her
as though the witches spawned her
late one Friday night.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
One centimeter
away from resurrection
it all falls apart.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the edge of a wall
where an old man stands alone
watching plums ripen
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
leading to his house
a trail of broken timbers
branded with hex signs
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
mountains that open
as though spells from long ago
were being broken
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
the moment to breathe
the moment she has hunted
among the house wrens

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 207

Quilt

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Portion of a quilt made by “Grandma Mac,” my maternal grandmother
 


spirits of the quilt
wrapping her in peaceful dreams
though she sleeps alone

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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December Whirl

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~~ 1 ~~
 
birth of her firstborn
on this silent, holy night—
the pale young mother
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
a young mother’s sigh
consolation of cattle
two roosters chime in
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
the new arrival
a stray dog from the village
sniffing at the child
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Laughing villagers,
oblivious to the child,
stumble to their homes.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
(alone)
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
(scar)
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
(ingest)

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 193

Dreams

Morning shadows
 
Woman walking home from market, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


walking home alone
through the early spring shadows
in step with her dreams

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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